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A New Thrall For Malora And The Hunt Begins!
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: July 23, 2023, 5:50 pm
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The Players
High Captain Malora
High Captain Song, Frode of Kassau
Tove of Thunder Falls
Trealia of Thunder Falls
Fleer
dagen
Caedric The Tarnsman
Captain Ragnarok Nortan
Nika Dunraven
The Setting
The Laurius Exchange Point
***
Nika
Quietly exits the forest and moves across the beach's sand. I
glanced around and spotted one lone figure near the beach and
cocked my head to the left. I shrugged lean shoulders as I
approached. My bow held loose in my right hand, pack strung
across my back. Moccasin clad feet carried me lightly as I
approached one of the logs. I settled the firm swell of my ass
upon the log and cocked my head to the left a moment in quiet
contemplation
Malora
I watched in silence as You left the relative safety of the
forest shadow. I had come to trade, and perhaps would get lucky
enough to bring home some decent loot this go around. I inclined
my head in respect, though I said nothing as of yet. I simply
settled easily on the log on the opposite side of the fire pit,
my pack between my feet.
Ragnarok
I had been walking the shore line with Carnage just strolling
along looking out across the waters for a moment before I had
turned My head to the left and looked at the A Frames seeing
they was empty then I glanced off towards the fires . as I had
Seen Nika arriving and then I had glanced over at the other side
of the fire pit thinking I saw another red head . I leaned My
crossbow against my left shoulder with it pointed upwards as I
reached right hand down scratching between the ears of Carnage.
Nika (To Malora)
|: I glanced across the way, avoiding staring directly into the
fire pit, even though it was day light hours, habits and all. I
cocked my head just a bit more to the left and nodded some with
a slight knitting of well defined brows. A slow smirk threatened
the corners of my mouth as I mulled over a few thoughts. I
inhaled slowly Tal Fw. What's a gal like you, doing in a place
like this? I shifted my ass upon that log and waited quiet for
your response.
Tove (To dagen)
Blindfolded and freshly given a haircut, you would be led to the
exchange point and bound hand and foot to the A-frame by the
speedy determination of a panther girl. While latching you in
place, Tove would assault your body in ways that most men on
earth wished. She'd unstrap your breaches, pulling them down
until you were exposed. After all, you were goods that would be
sold adequately to your betters.
Malora
I gestured slightly to the pack that was settled between my
feet. "I'm here to trade, Free Woman. And to pick up a slave,
which I believe has just been delivered. Excuse me." I rose and
shouldered my pack, then stepped over toward the A frame where a
thrall had been bound by his Panther owner. I would see this
piece of flesh, freshly bereft of his clothing and a goodly
portion of his hair.
Tove
She left the thrall behind after jabbing him in the elbow to his
side, hoping to give him a swift jolt of pain. Once Dagen was
properly hoisted to the A-frame, she would turn and offer a clap
of amusement to turn about and gain the attention of those
gathered at the firepit. Tove's raging headache did not hinder
her charming smile, but her words were relatively short. "Any
takers?" Tove asked, showing off her most recent prize that
would hopefully acquire a few candies in her satchel.
Nika (To Malora)
My head fell back a moment as a brief laughter fell from the
back of my throat at being called a free woman. I glanced down
at the pack you mentioned and perked at the sound of possible
trade. I grunted as you rose up to move off and shrugged
figuring I'd find what I needed else where then. I muttered
under my breath and glanced to the new arrivals and watched as
the male was strapped to the frame. I pondered briefly before
watching the going ons.
Malora (To Tove)
I stepped forward, easily crossing the distance from the fire
pit to the A frame, hazel gaze traveling over You and the flesh
that You'd just lashed to the frame. "I would have a good look
at the beast, if You don't mind."
dagen
Dagen moaned and moved helplessly into the confining structure
of the A-frame. He flushed red as his breaches were pulled down,
he was sure he could sense people around. Worse still was how
his body was violated and stimulated. He could not watch, but he
felt, he felt, the caressing touch of she who owned him. He felt
the cold on his head. But, it was the least of his worries and
he felt displayed to all who were here. Whoever they were…
Ragnarok
He stands 6’4” 245 pounds , Half Savage Half Torvi. sea Tharalon
boots lined in sea sleen hide carried Him along , loose fitting
black leathers with patchwork in alternate shades of brown, belt
the buckle being a black skull and cross blades, gray Tunic with
thin tan netting on it almost giving appearance of turwood bark
, a leather double chested vest with dull wooden claw toggles
along the front, the vest is black and covered in the skin of a
black hith it has a wide brim hood that will conceal his face
within the shadows .on His forearms He wears leather Bracers
from wrist to just a few inches before the elbows it’s black
with a single row of small black metal skulls along the outside
of the bracer the bracers are of blackened mamba hide .. , fixed
to the left side of the vest was a 7 quivas of 9” in length with
blackened bone handles and the woven steel blades aswell
blackened. his hair is a long majestic mohawk streaming down His
back, his bangs are braided and covered in beads of bone, and
has small obsidian skulls at the tips, Hung on the left shoulder
was a travel pack
Cavalry crossbow 28” stock 20” cross section the cord is drawn
and locked in firing readiness, the blade style trigger covered
in ornate skull engravings 20” span of the twin crossbow wings
of woven steel wrapped in black and brown striped furs wrapped
in olive shaded netting this would drastically reduce the sound
of the vibrations the bow created , also employing dampeners on
the cable to silence the bow more. when drawn being arced to a
compact 16" span..the wood of the bow is two tone black with
striping pattern of the wood highlighted in glossy black the
entire stock varnished but dull On the right side of the stock
near the butt is a herlit forged of fire rubies and Onyx stones.
Along the sides reading ‘Dead Men tell No tales’ grooving cut
into the stock of turwood allowing for a smoother more
comfortable grip vertical foregrip mid of the stock which fits
the left hand smoothly allowing for a more accurate aim and
steady hold. the bow having fixed steel sights that are cross
hairs,the steel stirrup being flat steel and edged with a
serrated edge at the front of the stirrup,, the span of the
stirrup is 5” across. the stirrup on the crossbow is more so for
tactical advantage in close quarters combat .. 1300 pound draw
rate allowing for a varied assortment of bolts, arrows and
Quarrels to be fired from the bow at 3200 fps . the bladed
trigger has a pull rate of only 2 pounds. the mechanical verr
hoof windlass was built into the steel internal frame of the
cross bow the crank and slide for the windlass on the right side
of the stock. .. at the right thigh was a quiver of 10 hunting
250 grain bolts Those bolts 17" length which was just above the
length to be called arrows and have a twin flight fletching of
wood with a curved profile they are striped black and red with a
V shaped serrated Hunting head sharp enough to part silk along
each edge.
Carnage 20 year old 20’ forest sleen black with grey brindle
patterns along his body. Experienced in tracking , pack trained
and well versed as a war sleen , equipped with a woven steel
spiked collar the spikes of 6” in two rows , war harness of
tharalon hide 2 rows of 7” metal blades in a ridge over the
spine with a half metal helm on the skull and muzzle .. six
medium sized travel bags on the harness
Machete was 25" with a 6" handle it was full tang and Woven
steel that was folded 14 times in its forging . the Blade and
handle was one piece with a woven Leather grip that was
temporary that leather was black . the pattern of the woven
steel traveled the entire length of that Machete through the
handle which terminated in a triangle shaped blade .. of 1 1/2"
there was a lanyard hole right there at the bottom edge of the
triangle . and I had already put a braided loop of leather there
.. the blade was 19" and was evenly balanced between blade and
the grip .. it was a 4" false backed edge that has been as well
edged .. that back edge of the blade was serrated with 1/2 deep
serrations that had been cross filed to sharpness giving it a
nice saw blade that was 15" all the metal on the weapon was two
tone black , Flat Black with glossy black reptilian stripes down
the length of the weapon.. River Mamba sheath at the left Hip.
Sheath parallel to the ground at the back of His belt a sleen
knife of 19” with a 13” blade the width of the blade 2 ½ “
across, The blades of Blackened woven steel the Bone hilt of 6”
was settled towards the left side of the sheath for a left
handed draw of the blade.
Right hip in a copper hoop on the belt was His boarding axe, 20”
haft of turwood 2” diameter… the head of the axe had a 6”
cutting edge with a 4” beard span from the leading edge to the
haft 5” at the aft of the head was a 6” spike that was curved
downwards slightly with a sharpened tip. It had a 2” pole spike
on the center of the axes head. The blade forged of woven steel
with a skull and banner engraved in the flat of the axe head.
of course I had not been far behind Nika as usual we had arrived
together though . I had seen some thrall being led up to the A
frames and I had chuckled . and I had been watching the others
in the area aswell as I carried on strolling along the beach
slowly making My way for those fires though I was taking My time
.
Trealia
In quiet boots had crossed rock root and sand to draw close, the
small dark haired female tipped an arrogant chin, eyes of
emerald slashed across the body of the male upon the frame. The
dimple that disarmed was drawn to life to delve into the soft
flesh of her left cheek. She shrugged a sinewy right shoulder
and grunted in the negative. He makes too much noise could hear
it through my hut wall.
Nika (To Tove)
I smirked as you went about fastening the male to the frame,
sweeping jade eyes between the two of you as you moved about
getting the job done. I pondered silently while chewing the
inside corner of my lower lip. I nodded quietly a moment What
are you wanting for that? I said, raising my left hand and
hooking a lean finger toward the male with the freshly acquired
hair cut.
Tove (To Malora)
"Ah, so you got word, did you?" she said with a rolling chuckle.
She was tired, having traveled far too deep into the forest for
far too long without rest. Her eyes would liven as she displayed
the newfound treasure she had scooped up and assaulted for
several days in the wild. "Come, have a look. He's well
stocked," she said, not knowing how to properly discuss a man's
girth with a free woman as she mainly dealt with roving
merchants of the opposite sex. "You must be Frode's woman," she
said, cooking a smile and curious if the devil of a Skald was
meandering nearby.
Tove (To Nika)
"Ah, another interested buyer. Come look, come look," she said,
beckoning you over with the flutter of her hand. She would
always welcome two bidders who'd be interested. Perhaps she
would get more candies or supplies between the two discussing
their offerings. Little matter to her where the slave went
because the slave himself was a mere beast. His head was freshly
shaven, and he was blindfolded. Of course, eventually, Tove
would tug the blindfold down so that all the interested parties
could see his rather handsome face. "More of a lady's slave. I
watched him with one of my bandmates. He's the hungry sort.
Eager to please, eager to beg."
dagen
He heard voices, none he recognised. A woman voice he heard
wanting to examine a slave..the blindfold was well placed he
could see nothing but he heard movement, sometimes the movement
of fabric, of metal, of people to examine
Frode
The sudden appearance of an old tarn over the trading post might
draw comment. If it does not, the sudden shout of "No, I'm sure
THIS is the... see! Yes! That's it!" might. The beast is
somewhat more graceful in its landing than the shouting figure,
who stumbles somewhat dismounting from the great beast's back.
Still, he is quickly recovered and composes himself before
approaching the fire, stunned by the large assemblage he sees
and some of the figures present. He couldn't have hoped for a
better audience, although. And as an added bonus his Mate is
here too. Which will save him some time in explaining just why
he suddenly hired the tarnsman to take him on an impromptu trip
to the docks and where he's been for the past day. The
silver-hilted double-edged rapier I call Mercy hangs on my right
side. A 12-inch hunting knife is on my belt at the left.
Secreted up my sleeves are two three inch daggers of Kassau cold
iron. Two dagger of the same ate tucked into my boots. A leather
satchel hangs on my left shoulder, the bag on my right side.
Malora
I stepped toward the boy, eyeing him critically, looking for
obvious injury or defect. I needed a hard-working thrall, one
who could do his share and earn his keep, not a silk slut. I
found those types quite disgusting to be honest. "Word travels
fast, especially when one knows what to listen for." I nodded
lightly as I turned my head to look at You with a hidden smirk.
"Indeed, Frode is my Mate. I am Captain Malora."
Caedric
¬affords Frode the pleasure of sliding off of Grumpy first, as
the old tarn can be somewhat picky on who is atop him when
Caedric is not. Sliding down after him, He stands straight, and
grunts as the various joints and bits snap and pop in His body,
protesting this long ass flights-
Tove (To Malora)
"Captain Malora," she said, offering a polite but swaggering bow
as she focused on the thrall. She knew exactly what she wanted
from you if you were to make an offer, but she would hold her
thoughts until you begin your search. She would open up the
A-frame to anyone who wished to come and revel in the piece of
male flesh that was the captive of Thunder Falls now up for bid.
"I am Tove of Thunder Falls," she said as she stepped away for
your assessment moment.
Caedric
¬hitching the old bird to a small tree, Caedric makes His way to
the fire, nodding and offering a smile to those present¬ Tal
Folks
dagen
Instinctly dagen turned his head towards where his captor and
the Merchant was talking. He gasped and squirmed when the Captor
referred to his phallus and it stirred as he heard the name of
the Merchant but he didn’t recognise Her…but, he had heard of
the captain. He had been a friend of Mistress Herrena and
something about sketches…
Malora
I nodded in acknowledgement of Your name, then stepped over to
the boy, running my hand over the muscles of his chest and legs,
then took his chin in my hand, turning his head to get as good a
look as I could get with the blindfold in the way. My motions
were smooth, but calculated and deliberate. After all, I was
simply assessing a piece of slave flesh, to be bid upon like any
other beast.
Ragnarok (To Nika)
I was observant of all that was around as I had reached my right
hand into My vest pocket in a pouch of bosk jerky. and pulled
out a piece shoving it in My mouth as I would chew it . as I
slowly was approaching the others . it was amazing how the point
suddenly had gotten so busy. I had gave a narrowing of eyes as
had seen a tarn landing and Carnage started chuffing at the big
bird and I clicked my tongue at Carnage " no no leave the Tarn
alone its alright . " I had chuckled before I had walked over
towards everyone else I tilted my head as I came up and to the
right side Of Nika Carnage darted His head about looking at
every curiously. before I nudged you with My Elbow and smirked
at You but I didn't say anything right now .
dagen (To Malora)
Dagen gasped as the Captains hand ran over his exposed
vulnerable flesh. He trembled slightly in the touch - it was not
likely it was cold but possible - his flesh from long training
reacted naturally.
Nika (To Ragnarok)
I was watching the free woman paw all over the slave strapped to
the A frame, a brief laughter spewed passed the back of my
throat while I watched, amusement etched in exotic features of
my youthful face. I shook my head and swept my gaze upward at
the sudden nudge against the lean curve of my slender shoulder.
My thin left brow arched subtly while I let emerald eyes
suddenly rest against your own thassa blues. I didn't bother
hiding the amusement upon my features as I stared up at you. I
leaned my head a bit to the side while giving a slight nod
toward the woman lusting after the slave. I pursed the pout
curve of full lips before turning my attention back toward the
frames. It was like a donkey show, so disturbing, yet you
couldn't look away!
Fleer
She was silent, keeping out of the sweeping gazes. There was too
much chatter going on and she was well within the tree line with
the wind coming off the water into her carved lightly tanned
features. Hair pulled back, she simply observed. It was not
hard, and with no movement to draw the eye, there was no one
that need know she was there. She kept that way, body mostly
blocked by the tree's, the sway of bushes and leaves waffled
about by the Thassa winds even carried voices some. She was not
interested in words, simply , alert. Watching.
Frode
I take in those assembled as I slap the tarnsman on the back as
he goes toward the fire. I ponder hanging back as I see my Mate
conversing with the Panther and the other woman over the poor
bastard bound to the frame and decide to do so for the moment.
Let them get their business done before I come to settle
matters.
Malora
I finished inspecting the slave, then turned my back to him and
spoke to You, "What are You asking for him?" The question was
short, simple and to the point.
#Post#: 113--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Thrall For Malora And The Hunt Begins!
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: July 23, 2023, 6:03 pm
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Tove (To Malora)
Tove's fingertips brushed over her lips in thought as she
reached out. Her eyes lingered here and there as she strolled
closer, the sand kicking up against her booted feet as she
drifted to your side. You, too, were much like prey to her. This
was not a safe place for women like yourself; however, out of
the corner of her eye, she acknowledged the new group, including
your Mate, to the firepit. "I think my request is simple,
really," she said, circling behind your back and appearing on
the other side of your shoulder. Her fingers would skim along
the chiseled outline of the slave's stomach, which had the
outline of many teeth marks left by her girl, Saga.
"Your mate has something of mine, and I simply wish it back, and
he is yours," she said, drifting her pink tongue across the
curve of her plush lips. It was true, your Mate had bested her
in an archy contest, and she had lost a piece of her clothing.
She would have it back and on her person. She was greedy
regarding her treasures and would find any way to have what she
valued back into her clutches. The question was, could you
provide the bounty? It was such a cheap offer!
Malora (To Tove)
I half snickered, but then gestured to my Mate. "That's up to
Him. He won it, but if He won't part with it, then I will leave
without the thrall." I was not one of many words, and I wouldn't
be taking my Mate's winnings without His agreement.
dagen (To Tove)
Dagen gasped again as the captor touched his stomach. His feet
twisted in their bonds on the beams of the A-frame to no avail.
Caedric
¬chuckles to Himself overhearing the Ladies talk, having been at
the archery contest that night himself, and witnessing the
proverbial spanking the Panther recieved after her big words on
her skill with a bow¬
Ragnarok (To Nika)
I had heard Your laughter and I had to give a slight chuckle
about that myself . as you was shaking your head and then those
beautiful eyes of jade looked into Mine of thassa blue I was
giving you a cruel smirk. and My head tipped to the right as
those braided bangs gave a sway as I winked at you seeing how
you was staring at me . and I saw that nod towards the woman .
as you had turned your head back towards the frames I had just
gave a chuckle . and I looked at the thrall for a moment . then
at the Free Woman and then at the other forest girl . there was
always a evil glint in My eyes as I had smirked with observation
as I had been listening to words of whoever was about . I
smirked as glanced back at Nika. Carnage had tilted His head in
a glance at the forest line . I looked at him but the ear was
not laid fully back he was just looking at the forest line and I
shrugged at this and looked back to the ongoings of that area .
Tove (To Frode)
"What say you, Frode of Kassaul?" Tove asked, her voice lifting
her angelic voice as she welcomed you into the conversation of
trade. The lively beauty's eyes sparkled and danced.
Caedric (To Frode)
I recall her fondness for the sweets the last time you two
parlayed.. ¬reaches into one of His many pouches and pulls out a
small handful He always has on Him, and presses them into the
Captains hand¬ as bargaining chips.
Caedric (To Tove)
¬Makes His way to the thrall strung up, and looks to Tove,
hoping She remembers Him from their last encounter¬ Ming if I
have a look?
Frode (To Tove)
I've been grinning widely the whole time at this display,
holding back, watching my Mate bargain and enjoying teasing the
captive male a little too much. I show no emotion as the skirt -
my trophy - is mentioned, but I do smile a bit wider as I step
forward, next to my Mate.
"Oh, you mean this fine skirt that was partly covering your
pretty ass until recently? Why, certainly you can have it. I'm
done with it. But let me make you a counter offer first. For I
have something else I think you might want to wear here in my
satchel."
I pull out the brief skirt of leopardskin and hold it up for all
to see before placing it back in the satchel. I then retrieve a
little circlet of iron - a simple slave's travel collar.
Tove (To Caedric)
"Very well," she said, stepping back to offer you a moment to
assess the thrall. "He's a lady's slave through and through,"
she said with laughter. "If you take him, he could be sold to a
lady of the high cylinders of Ar and bring in suitable coin.
"Just watch," she said, reaching up to pluck one of his nipples
to make him squirm and dance. Men were puppets to her, and she
would play the strings of this one very well.
Caedric (To Tove)
-snorts¬ oh, he would NOT be for Me.... ¬goes to the thrall
strung up, and looks him over critically.. grasping an ankle,
not harshly, He pulls one of the boys feet up to look at the
soles, before setting it back down, and making His way around
him, eyeing him critically.. He leans in close, to look at the
boys eyeballs for any signs of yellowing due to health or
reddening due to.. well.. thralls seem to be red eyed for far
too many reasons these days.. they've all gone soft, unlike the
boys from before.. "Open your mouth, boy.. let's see your teeth"
dagen (To Caedric)
: “Ahhh!” Cried dagen “aaa ah” he gasped with surprise and
shock. His hands clenched and unclenched helplessly above his
head. His torso unintentionally thrust forward to reduce the
pain and his thighs reacted as muscles flex and reflex
Ragnarok (To Tove)
" I could imagine someone might want a nice Crossbow for such a
thrall as that . I imagine i could be building a cross bow as
trade for that one " I had shrugged because I had seen the way
you had looked at My cross bow last time you had seen us. I just
said such as a matter of fact . as well it wasn't every day
someone got a chance to get one of those crossbows I skillfully
make in my free time . " anyway just putting that in the air" I
said with a grin as I had nudged Nika again.
Tove (To Frode)
Done with it? Now what could this man that could toss words
about like a plaything be talking about being done with it? He
better not have had some slave girl wear it while she bounced on
his cock. Her brow arched as her skirt was then produced to be
seen by all at the exchange point, and her hands rested on the
juts of her hips encircled by yet another piece of cured skin.
When you produced the circlet of iron, she laughed again. Men
were so simple, and she wouldn't need such fine things out in
the forest adorned on her with all the looping treasures
cascading along the curves or stems of her body.
"Do not jest," she said, stepping back as her hands rested on
her knees, and she laughed and laughed and laughed. She may look
like she belonged in a man's bond, but her spirit soared free.
"I need a better offer," she said, thinking candy wasn't so bad.
dagen (To Caedric)
After looking at the Tarnsman’s eye his eyes wild taking in the
scenery. “Yes Master” he said exposing his white teeth. Relaxing
his body as the Huntress released his nipple….
Fleer
She didn't twitch, she didn't move. It was as if she had
absorbed this space in the wood, made it her own, made herself
at one with it. The dark burnt amber was quiet, but glittering
slowly. She could see, see the stances, see the way that people
were behaving. No, not she was not worried about it too much,
but it was something interesting. She wanted to make sure she
knew where the trading points were again. Just in case. Malora
and her Mate were there, which was all well and good, couldn't
do shit about it even if someone objected. Her thumb stroked
along the string of her bow as she moved with a glacial slowness
to ease herself closer to the tree. Just enough of her out from
behind it to see, but that was a matter of inches, not feet or
meters. No, this was observation only.
Caedric (To dagen)
: ¬peers into the boys mouth, checking the molars, and for any
signs of misuse there. Seeing none, He nods, and tosses the kid
a small smile¬ Good lad. close em up now.
Tove (To Ragnarok)
Tove with a crossbow, now wouldn't that be marvelous? Now you
were talking, and another charming smile surrounded her mouth.
She wondered how easily it would be for her to find bolts for
the crossbow and if you would be her source of trade for such.
Tove swept a few blonde sprigs of hair from her face, which had
become unrooted from the long braid dangling behind her head.
The sea-green ribbon that held her tresses in place flickered
along the breeze. "I like that idea, pirate," she said. "What's
your name?" she questioned, her icy blues focused solely on you.
Caedric (To Frode)
¬scratches his beard and spits on the ground, grumbling and
turns to Frode¬ I don't know, Frode.. he's kinda scraggly..
probably hasn't seen a full days work in his life. His feet are
pigeon toed, you can see his ribs, and his eyes are.. well..
shifty. If you are going to buy him for Your mate, i wouldn't
spend too terribly much..
dagen (To Caderic)
Dagen obeyed quickly. His lips sealed quickly. His bare chest
raised and lowered as he watched the Master conclude his examine
of his slave flesh
Frode (To Tove)
"Oh, no jest, Tove of Thunder Falls," I say with total sincere
sweetness.
Yes, I use words as weapons as surely as most men use blades and
arrows. But, as I've already proven, I can handle a bow as well
as any freeborn man of the North. Certainly better than a
certain huntress. And it benefits me to play the fool. It's
expected of my profession. Yet in the North, Skalds are more
respected than Scribes, replacing them on the Kaissa board,
precisely for their talent with words. And while Loki may not be
respected among the gods, he is acknowledged for managing with
words what Thor's strength and Odin's wisdom cannot. So it shall
be here.
"I know you thought me a silly man who just wanted to shame a
proud Panther princess and get himself a show. Maybe win some
prize to dress up his woman for a bit of fun." I offer Malora an
apologetic look. "But there are other things a man can do with a
woman's garments. Particularly if he knows someone with a sleen
bred and trained for the purposes of tracking by scent." I pause
to see if you see where I am going with this story and perhaps
to wait for a dramatic organ sting from the very air.
Ragnarok (To Tove)
crossbows was abit different mostly if retrieved the bolt from
the body it could be fired again but of course as Me and Nika
always traveled along the forests it would not be an issue for
one to be getting bolts from Me of course if I had sold a
crossbow I would have no issue with supplying more bolts at
times we had come to the exchange point . I watched Tove briefly
as she was speaking to Me. " ohhh you like the idea of a cross
bow . " I pondered briefly on rather was giving My real name or
not as I had just stood there for the moment . I had looked over
at Nika then at Frode and also the Tarnsman. and then I had
looked back over at You " well the names Ragnarok and who might
You be then " I had asked as My brows had furrowed a moment .
before that cold glare of my eyes had arrived which was the
normal look i had.
Caederic (To Tove and Frode)
¬looks from the boy to Frode and Tove, and sees 'that look'
betwixt them again, and sighs... "this is going to take a while,
isn't it? I'm going to go sit my tired ass down. When you two
are done either trading or eye-fucking each other, I'll be over
there.. I wonder if Saga came along for this ride? SHE was a
sweet Panther.. she liked my stories..." wanders back to the
fire pit, and settles in for a wait¬
Tove (To Frode)
The panther girl's face, which was once flushed with color, was
now drenched in ghostly white. Her storm brewed eyes swept from
the man who offered a crossbow and then back to the Skald of
Kassau. What had the Skald been up to these past few weeks with
her garment, and then all fell into place as she swallowed down
a witty phrase that would not drift from her lips and assault
your ears? Instead, you'd see her clutch hold of Vixen tightly,
placing the wood between her and you. She would lift the bow's
edge toward your face like she was holding a magic wand, giving
it a few bounces that would cause you to disappear. "Clever man,
clever, clever," she said, drifting behind the thrall hoisted
onto the A-frame.
She would continue to wrestle with you verbally, appearing
behind the Aframe on the other side. She was as slinky as the
sleen that often drifted into the forest on a hunt. "The more I
learn of you, the more I respect you," she said honestly.
Indeed, free women like your mate were seen as lesser. The
thrall hoisted on the a-frame was lesser. And female slaves,
most of all, were the worst form of low. Tove was a panther
girl, and although she despised you, she respected the clever
workings of a man's mind.
Tove (To dagen)
She'd glance you over, and then in a moment of rage, she would
grip your side harshly, leaving her little half moon nails
imprinted on your side. "Move and show them what you're worth,
slave," she said, suddenly becoming quite vicious and
frustrated.
Tove (To Ragnarok)
Her nose flared in frustration, and she would accept your
familiar name to her memory bank. "I am Tove," she said bluntly,
then shook her head. "No, a crossbow won't do. It takes far too
long to load them, and with my travels, I need something less
hoaxy to keep me alive. But, if you have candy," she said with a
sly undertone and pause.
Frode (To Tove)
I bow my head graciously at the complement and wave away
Caedric's comment. I note your change in position, putting the
frame and thrall between us before I continue.
"I'll spare you the details, but I spent much of the past week
treking through the Northern forest with a sleen-breeder named
Vultan and the forester Martin Longbow. Longbow had been
tracking the mysterious fires around the Western forests. Vultan
knew nothing before we embarked. His prize sleen guided us to
three of the fire sites.... tracking your scent from the skirt."
I pause a moment regarding you.
"You're clever as well, Tove. Very clever. And trying to point
me at your rival band? Oh, that WAS a nice touch. But here is
how it is going to be. Either my Mate and I eave here with two
fine slaves. Or word of what you've been doing is going to be
sent to Hrolf in the Vegvisir, Captain Quinn in Lydius and every
other ruler in the Northern forests settlements your games have
hurt." I grin. "Oh, an in case you were thinking of breaking the
peace of the trading post, Longbow and Vultan have instructions
to send word to those rulers anyway should anything happen to
me. So what is it to be, Tove of Thunder Falls? Do you take the
collar instead of the skirt? Or are we about to find out just
how clever you can be with every Free Man in the North hunting
you and your band?"
#Post#: 114--------------------------------------------------
Re: A New Thrall For Malora And The Hunt Begins!
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: July 23, 2023, 6:17 pm
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dagen (To Tove)
Dagen gasped with the pain. He heard her command and he knew
what he had to do. He had seen pirate booty hanging from the
bow. Slave girls exhibited as prizes writhing helplessly to all
those who witness the ships arrival….he writhed, he writhed
under the command, he writhed helplessly before all those
present. He lost himself writhing naked and exposed, his cock
grew uncontrollably before all those witnessing. He moaned
helplessly lashed to the A-frame as slave merchandise
Ragnarok (To Tove)
He snorted and then He chuckled abit seeing her frustration it
amused him " ohh is that so and well so it would be only need
one shot with it and its always ready to fire . and No I don't
have no fucking candy " there was a chuckle " but of course
there are other bows I make aswell and of course blades " I had
smirked abit because well between me and Nika we had alot of
things we would be willing to trade for things . but I would be
here all day if was to go into everything we had and sure I
could get candy but I did not have it with me right now
Tove (To Frode)
Was she trembling out of frustration or fear? One could never
honestly know when it came to women's emotions, and she lowered
her head so that the veil of her lashes fluttered in thought.
All she had wanted was to have her rival band eradicated, and
the women of her band returned to her. She had wanted to be
brave in how she knew how to be brave and bold, and that was by
taking action. Her left hand lowered the bow, and her right palm
played with the blade's hilt gifted to her by the High Jarl of
Vegvisir, Hrolf. With a twitch of her lips, she backed up a few
steps, the sand swirling underneath her feet as she kept herself
spaced between you, the A-frame, and the others.
"Tell every man of Gor for all I care, and each one of them, in
there," she said, pointing toward the dark of the forest where
the wild girls roamed, "will be met with an arrow in the throat.
I warn you Frode of Kassau if you betray me further I will hunt
you, and you'll be on this A-frame next," she said, leaving the
boy behind on the A-frame. She did not request candies but left
him as a reminder gift. She then whistled, perhaps to no one or
perhaps to man, as she twisted into the jail of trees that kept
you all safe from the dangers that lay within.
Fleer
She finally moved. It was an appearance she was sure no one was
expecting. Fleer, her dark hair pulled up in the braids that
clung to her scalp tightly, they swayed against the leather of
her vest along the serpents sway of hips that had been made to
be held by mens hands. Her throat was bare, but the rest of her
was not. The molded leather cupped her flesh like tightly bonded
flesh, boots that she had stitched herself leaving little in the
way of imprint even in the depths of the sand and soil she
crossed. Her vest laced up her breast bone, stopping just short
of the bottoms of her ribs, the delicate arch of that succulent
hourglass was a lasting impression. But her features were
different.
She was closed, no longer laughing, no longer shining. She was
retreating back into that volatile shell. Her bow, that tabuk
horn and ten wood highly flexible. A short bow with the power of
something much much larger. on her left thigh, her sleen blade,
that eleven inch blade with its horns point shod in the steel
from the tang of the blade, canted slightly forward to make the
draw faster. Her second, twin to th efirst, rested on the belt
just below her belly button set for a right handed draw. on her
right hip, her fur lined quiver that baffled all the noise of
the arrows when she had to move quickly over land. There were a
few other things, including her fillet knife at the base of her
spine. A gift once given by another and something precious to
her.
She simply crossed the beach and stood there, her right hands
thumb stuck in her belt, listening to the bartering and
bickering with a passive stare. It mattered little to her any
more, the light had gone out of her world. All she was left with
was anger that would not easily be sated. She was watching Tove,
her chin lifting in greeting to her, but otherwise, she pretty
much ignored the rest as far as greetings went. Bitch, the
eighteen foot grey forest sleen coming upbehind her on her left
and bellying down where she was supposed to be.
Caedric (To Fleer)
¬watches the Panther emerge as a shadow frm the wood, and nods
to Her with a smile, as He sits beside the pit, only half
listening to the discussions around the a-frame.. more dozing
off than anything, really.. it WAS a long flight, after all..
Tove (To Fleer)
She paused there a moment before disappearing into the line of
trees. Did she have an out-of-body experience seeing Fleer? She
did not pause - she has a kailla to get back to, her treasures
to bury, and Saga to locate before the night hung heavy in the
sky.
Fleer (To Caedric)
She glanced at the man, the one she had helped in the market
what seems like ages ago. Her head dipped slightly, then she
watched him doze. Right, doze. Not hardly, the wiley bastard was
listening and paying attention and Fleer knew it.
dagen
Dagen recognised the figure…well more the pair. He had to
convince the bonds to shovel the sleen shit from the Great House
of Ax. He did worry if she held the grudge with him leaving her
with tarsk spit all that time ago…he grimaced involuntarily
Frode (To Tove)
I watch the figure retreat into the forest and watch the other
Panther emerge before I speak.
"Wait! You didn't let me give you back your skirt!"
Caedric (To Frode)
¬watches as Tove runs off, leaving the thrall behind¬ Welp, I
guess that means he's free then. Frode? Of course You do
realize one of these days that Panther is going to smile that
little crooked smile that She uses to bewitch You, as She's
sliding a dagger into Your heart, right? ¬scratches His beard¬
or.. would She? I'm ot sure She'd go straight for the heart..
seems to.. polite... she'd probably go for a kidney.. or maybe
the spleen..
Frode (to Caedric and Dagen)
I nod to the Tarnsman. "So it would seem. I don't think any here
would argue I didn't try to live up to my end of the bargain." I
shrug before turning to my Mate, who has been unusually silent
all this time but is giving me "the look." Even as she buries
her face in one hand and rubs her eyes with thumb and pointer
finger, I can still feel those hazel eyes deep in my soul,
asking me why, why I always have to make things so complicated?
"Cheer up, Mine." I say with a sly smile. "I got you that slave
you wanted so badly for free."
I then elbow the hapless bastard on the frame. "I do spoil my
woman. I really do."
Ragnarok (To Frode)
I just so happened to over hear Frode and well it would seem I
would have been the first to be hearing of this woman being the
one who had been starting fires My scouts had informed Me of "
hmmm " had been the only thing that had escaped My lips . as a
cruel smirk had been forged on My face . I had watched the woman
moving back behind the A frame and I had tilted my head a moment
my crossbow remained leaned on the left shoulder as I had been
observing such things . it would have been hard to say onwhat
one like Me might do with such information . anmd there would
have been no peace of the exchange point broken . I knew these
Panther girls was perhaps Smarter than that. for a brief moment
I had glanced over seeing Fleer and there had just been a nod of
My head Carnage had looked towards her sleen but He just stayed
at My side . " well then thats all pretty interesting " I had
chuckled hearing that little threat at the end she had gave when
she made a rapid departure.
Caedric
-chuckles and shakes His head- well, cut the boy down, and I'll
take him back with Me. ¬nods towards malora¬ You two can spend
some 'quality time' together on your travels back.. I have a
feeling You're about to get an earfull in private...
Frode (To Ragnarok)
I nod to the other Captain. "Indeed. And I fear things are about
to become much more interesting in the North. I had hoped she
might have the sense to try and save the rest of her band, like
a good leader would. Of course if she were a good leader, she
wouldn't be running around trying to pick a fight with half the
North." I shake my head. "Do you have any objection to our
claiming this thrall? I do believe we had the top bid when
things broke off there." I pause and grin. "I could offer you a
slightly used Panther girl loincloth if such a trophy might
interest you. As I said, I am done with it."
Fleer
She finally settled at the fire pit, but she remained standing,
it was more listening to the gathered voices then anything. She
let nothing escape her notice. The way Rags nodded to her. She
caught it, but she was in a way that even that was only given
the briefest of motions back. Instead she listened to the
voices, watching Malora, knowing Frode was indeed in for it soon
enough. She remembered her, and well, she was surprised Frode
didn't have more holes in him, considering she gets stabby. But
it was just her, remaining close enough to hear. Knowing this
one is active is a help, but she is going to have to for sure
make sure her back trail is covered when she heads out to home.
Anyone that comes near her there, she is just going to kill. She
has no want or time for messing about right now.
Fleer (To dagen)
"Tsktsk tsk" the only sound that came from her, directed at you
as your fate was settled among the others. You had fallen it
seems, not in a bad way, at least you were where you belonged.
Caedric (To Fleer)
¬looks to Fleer and frowns a bit in concern and speaks to Her
quietly¬ You doing ok, Friend? You don't seem your usual chipper
self.. Yours eyes are more "ripper" than "chipper"
Ragnarok (To Frode)
" well yeah I would say shes about to be having some issues with
her life choices very soon but what you expect its a Panther .
but ehhh take the thrall I guess we was just going to sell him
anyway but sure give up that loin cloth " I had chuckled a
moment as I had waited for you to toss it over as I had took a
glance at Carnage . of course it was good to be letting Carnage
have knowledge of the panther girls scent because I do go in the
forest and I really don't care what others are doing in there
most times but I had heard that threat .
Fleer (To Caedric)
She let her eyes turn, less then her head. But it was like being
in the gaze of your tarn, something that had sunk into pure
predator. "I will be fine Caedric." she said in that whiskey
ripple of sound. Low, husky, it was kept in check, all of her
was in check and it showed, "And ripper. " she thought about
that a moment, her head giving a infinitesimal nod, "That may be
the most accurate thing said so far." was spoken to carry to
you, and not much further.
Caedric (To Fleer)
-furrows His brow a little deeper at that, knowing Her words
belie Her mood. Not wanting to push the matter, as she obviously
didn't want to talk about it, He gave her the respect of a nod
and not pressing Her¬
Caedric (To Fleer)
thinks for a moment, and His wind-wisened face split into a grin
as He has the perfect thought, and reaches into one of His many
pouches. Finding the saught after treasure, He produces another
small peice of candie, and offers it out to Her¬ I've never
found a problem in life that can't wait long enough for Me to
enjoy a sweet treat. Here.. may it bring at a small smile to
Your lips.
Fleer (To Caedric)
She looked back to you as she had glanced at the boy and the
traders. She looked at it a long moment then shook her head. She
did not trust anyone at the moment. Absolutely did not trust a
soul. "No, thank you though." she said in a demure way, slowly
rising. "I think it is time to go." spoken in a tone that was
odd. "Take care of yourself Tarnsman, and make sure to keep your
saddle in order." she said. It was the only moment of even
remotely friendly thing she had said. And it didn't sound that
way. Instead she moved back up the beach and heading out.
Fleer
She went smoothly back up the beach. She would head into the
tree line without a backwards glance, but what she would do, is
go through every stream between here and home, doubling and
tripling back, so no one could track and trace her using Bitch's
scent. Knowing someone would. She would hate to have to kill
people that tried to find her cave. Slipping on out of sight
into the mist of the forest.
Frode (To Ragnarok)
I nod and pass you the bit of leopard fur and grin. "Good
hunting."
Not much else to say to that. I liked Tove in our encounters. I
truly did. But I couldn't abide the damage she was doing to my
livelihood, to say nothing of the lives she had endangered. It
seemed a few more lives were going to end before this was over.
In steel or in blood.
Caedric (To dagen)
: ¬blinks, watching His friend slide away in obvious turmoil,
and scratches His beard. Shrugging to Himself, He knew that if
She wanted His help, She would find Him, or at least hoped She
would think to, before doing something foolish. Rising, He made
his way to the boy still tied to the a-frame, and began untieing
his bonds¬ alright, lad.. Let's get you to your new home.
Caedric (To Frode)
I'll have him at the Market for you, Captain Malora, when you
two get back. Please dont poke too many holes in Frode.. He
still owes me for this flight.
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